Spirits(Jelsa)

Chapter 1

Elsa's POV

My eyes flickered open. Something wasn't right. Something was missing. I was lying on the floor in the ball room. Anna was nearby, as well as Kristoff. A servant was walking around us, looking scared out of his wits.

"How did I get here?" I asked the servant while sitting up. He hurried over.

"Your highness! You're ok! I'm not sure how you got here. When I came in, you and the princess and her friend were out cold."

"What's going on?"

"There was a snowstorm outside, and the door is frozen shut."

"A snowstorm? Out of nowhere?"

"We thought maybe you had caused it."

"Maybe... I have no memories of the last few hours. The last thing I remember, I was on my balcony. The sun was rising, and a grand trading ship had just arrived."

"Your highness, that was a week ago. You have no memories after then?"

"None."

"I am sorry to hear that."

"Clear the snow in front of the gate, and open the doors. Something isn't right here."

"As you wish." The servant hurried away, and I rubbed my head. No memories for the last week? Why? How?

I stood and looked at Anna and Kristoff. They looked ok. I was sure they would be fine. I walked down the hall towards a window. Outside, it was clear. Snow covered the ground. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Hard to imagine that there had been a snowstorm.

---A few hours later---

I was in the library when a servant rushed up to me.

"Your highness! Important news!" He gasped. He had been running.

"What is it? Is the snow cleared?"

"Yes. We have opened the door and cleared most of the snow, but a boy has been found buried in the snow."

"What?"

"A boy! He was buried in the snow."

"Is he still alive?"

"Yes. With your permission, we will bring him inside so that the doctors may look at him."

"Yes. Get them as quickly as possible." The servant bowed and hurried away, and I followed. Maybe he could answer some of my questions. I reached the front doors just as several people were rushing through them. They were carrying a boy. I felt something jump inside of me when I saw him. He had a youthful face, and a head full of brown hair. One of the people following had a staff in their hands. A traveling staff perhaps? He seemed so familiar, yet so distant. I followed the group until they reached the infirmary. Then they laid him on a bed. I picked up his hand, even though I had no idea what made me do it. It was cold, but warming up fast. I checked his pulse. None. I tried again, searching for even the faintest of pulses. None at all.

"I thought you said he was alive!" I said to one of the maids. She jumped, then looked at the boy.

"He is! See? He's breathing." The maid pointed out. I looked at the boy again. It was true. He was breathing. But he had no pulse. I checked his pulse again. No, wait. There it was. Very faint and irregular, but becoming more natural. How odd. He was still breathing. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me. Then at everything around me. Suddenly he jumped up, eyes wild.

"Who are you? Where's Sophia?" (A/N: I don't know if that's her actual name. She has no name. I even looked it up. But anyway, it's Jack's sister) He asked worriedly.

"It's ok. I'm Queen Elsa of Arandell. Who are you?"

"I'm Jackson Frost. But you can call me Jack. Where's Sophia?"

"Nice to meet you Jack. Who's Sophia?"

"My sister. We were ice skating, and then I saved her, and I fell in..." That sounded familiar. Had I known another person who was ice skating and fell in? My vision suddenly darkened and I felt dizzy.

"I took my little sister ice skating, but the ice was too thin. We were in the middle of the pond when it started cracking. I took off my ice skates and made a game out of it, hopscotch. In three hops I was safely away. I picked up my staff and turned to my sister. She took one shaky step, and the ice cracked. Another, and it cracked further. On the third, I used my staff to yank her to sturdier ice. But in the process, I ended up on the cracked ice. The weight was too much, and the ice broke. That's the last thing I remember."

"Your highness! Are you all right?" A maid was asking. She helped me to my feet. I rubbed my forehead. Where had that come from?

"I'm fine." I looked at Jack again. Had I met him before? Or did I suddenly have the power to read someone's past?